Little Nelly Boys:

Evolution of a little nelly boy.

Sometimes little nelly boys discover that the latest hunk on television make their pee-pee’s tingle and have a tough time processing their emotions. They sometimes have a gender crisis. They sometimes come to the conclusion that because they are attracted to naked men that they are somehow defective and therefore must be female on the inside. Then they experiment with wigs and makeup. Then they hear about gay bars. Then they spring out of the closet wearing their best drag and march to the nearest gay bar where they are certain that everyone will either be butch or in lacy lady under things. Then they are branded a little nelly queen. Then they realize that the butch men they are after are not interested in little nelly queens and if they were they would be straight. Then they sometimes slowly discard the drag. Not always but most of the time and most of the drag.

Then one day the little nelly queen finds the gym. Then she develops muscle and definition. Then one day the little nelly queen becomes manly, until she opens her mouth. Then everyone realizes that the butch man is really a little nelly girl on the inside. Sometimes little nelly boys have more fashion sense than can be contained in one sex. Sometimes the newly butch little nelly queen reverts and becomes a hybrid of the two. Sometimes they never change and sometimes they become stars. Sometimes God’s special creatures have had enough and they speak up LOUDLY. Sometimes they effect change for all the little boys, butch, nelly or otherwise.

Remember her?

She's all growed up, found the gym and lost the drag. It's only a matter of time before we see a hybrid but we'll always hear the little nelly boy on the inside pleading for Brittney to be left alone.

To all the little nelly boys and girls (MJ) that is a picture of my good friend little nelly Patrick who sadly passed away in 2005.

As for myself I do recall the great aunts having a yard sale when I was six and literally giving away costume jewelery for five cents a bag full! I snagged a few and a couple purses that my little nelly self insisted on carrying with me to go shopping. My dad was mortified. I also threw a tantrum the year Santa brought me a baseball mitt instead of Baby Hungry. My parents were wise not to draw attention to such behavior and I eventually grew out of it.

This is what the little nelly pirate looked like. Incidentally I'm involved in catching crawdads in a coffee can behind my friends grandmothers house.